Week 1

The Draft:
i had a plan. i thought it was a well thought out plan. Figured that the quarterbacks will go the second round as usual. i'll just take a running back...a damn good one. But no. i had the 3rd pick. i picked my RB, LaDainian Tomlinson. And then the QB feeding frenzy began. And just like that my plan was shot to hell.

i stumbled and fumbled my way through eighteen rounds. Mediocrity doesn't even begin to describe my team.

Week 1:
After the morning games i'm trailing by 13 points and projected to be beaten by 40.

Next year there won't be a "plan".

The Sycophant's Prayer

The Sycophant's Prayer
i come to thee, O glorious Lord,
palms turned t'ward the deepening sky
thine heart sore impure
for Your Grace that i forsake
a runagate shunned
from the comforts of Your caring eyes
i come to thee, O Lord,
palms stained of Your mistakes...

Onto these knees I fall afore
the glory both You and I seek
within the depths of my eternal soul
I have dissembled true
the runagate scorned
in the cleansing barrens held at Your feet
cast me again in these teeth clenched
from upon your perch that I shall eschew.

The Gaunt

Sleeping days, days come night
the solvents clean from within inside
feasts upon the cooling birthright
the gaunt he shuns the unbroken mirror side.

     bleached are the bones sliding 'neath the rotting skin
     ever unaware these wounds may never fucking mend

Between the rises she tries to defy
her sense of worth and weight the gravity
pushing and pulling rusted levers in her mind
to seek again and find that one perfect sign...

     bleached is the porcelain sliding 'neath fingers' gripped
     ever unaware some wounds may never fucking quit

Father's Day...come and gone.

Although i know it is just as important as Mother's Day...i've just never had much use for it. The man that raised me from the time i was five until eighteen is dead. But he wasn't exactly a father. Just the guy that instilled in me certain values...some good, most bad.

My biological dad i've never met. Didn't even see a picture of him until i was twenty-five.

Happy Father's Day to those who deserve it. Myself i'm just glad it's officially Monday morning.

Biggest DVD release let down thus far...

i saw the trailer for this movie and immediately couldn't wait for the dvd. A fantasy that looked like it could be in the vein of LOTR. i mean look at the movie poster! Statham, Sobieski, Mr. Bandit himself, and Ray Liotta. This movie was silently bellowing "epic"...at least in my head .

Made a special trip to the PTSNBN (Place That Should Not Be Named-WalMart) just get a copy of the movie on it's release date. Got home (after enduring the dregs) popped the movie in and voila...
...five minutes into the movie...things didn't seem right. Something was missing. Something seemed "thin". Five more minutes and it is not getting better so i paused it. Looked at the back of the dvd case and what do i see?

Directed by Uwe Boll.

There are not enough naval expletives in the world to describe what i felt at that moment when i realised that i was duped into buying what amounts to a watered down hour and a half non-sequential movie trailer.

That hour and half seemed like three. And the last twenty minutes i didn't even pay attention to what was going on because i just didn't care for any of the characters.

This movie proves the importance of a good/read director.

Had i known before hand that it was Boll movie i would never had wasted my time.

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